He Lan Tianxia

Murong Junlan had no interest in fighting the white-haired woman. He had finally found his beloved concubine, and his heart was with her, even though he was physically in Cao Cao's camp. But this perverted woman seemed to be getting more and more excited as the fight went on, making it impossible for him to escape several times. As for Jiang He and the gorilla, they had even less interest in fighting. The monkey just wanted to play around, while Jiang He was the taciturn and serious type, and the monkey couldn't find any amusement in him. After a few moves, the monkey ignored Jiang He.

Only the pair of women with the real and fake Snow Swords were fighting to the death. Yan'er wanted to help Murong Junlan retrieve the thin rope, so she used all her skills, while the two Snow Sword women did their best to cooperate with Yan'er, using the same rope-related moves so that no one could tell which one was real. When Murong Junlan used a ruthless move to repel the white-haired woman who came to help, he was taken aback.

"Two women wielding twin snow swords?"

The thin ropes were swung back and forth, making it impossible to tell which one was which. Moreover, the two people were swinging the ropes in almost the same way, which made Murong Junlan somewhat embarrassed.

"My beloved concubine," Murong Junlan called out subconsciously. "Yes," the two people opposite him responded at the same time, and Murong Junlan couldn't tell if they were genuine or not.

His inability to distinguish truth from falsehood was his problem. Two women wielding the Twin Snow Swords? Ha, how amusing. The white-haired woman chuckled; this was the fun she'd been looking for. She secretly resolved that from this moment forward, these two women with the Twin Snow Swords would be her personal property. The white-haired woman turned to look at Murong Junlan, then suddenly thrust her hands forward, unleashing two devastatingly cold palm strikes. As Murong Junlan parried, the attacks abruptly surged forth.

As the white-haired woman ran, she unleashed her Destruction Frost Palm at the two women, one wielding the real sword and the other the fake one. The two women were forced to stop and sprint away. The white-haired woman was fast, and so were Murong Junlan, Jiang He, and the mischievous monkey. It was quite a sight, like a 3000-meter relay race. The difference was that the white-haired woman could still find time to unleash her Destruction Frost Palm to deal with Prince Murong behind her.

As he ran, Murong Junlan slowed down. He noticed that the two women with twin snow swords were running around in circles on the island, while the white-haired woman was just chasing them at a distance. It was clear that the white-haired woman could catch up, but she deliberately didn't, letting the two women run around aimlessly ahead, enjoying the fun of being a runner-up.

Since he was just going to be a runner-up, he decided to stop and rest. He ordered Jiang He and the mischievous monkey to catch up, while he waited for them to catch up. After running a few more laps, Murong Junlan would appear in different locations to see if the white-haired woman was up to any tricks.

After running a few more laps, Murong Junlan chuckled. He seemed to realize that his Yan'er's skills had improved considerably; she hadn't slowed down even after running for so long, and would occasionally turn back to tease the white-haired woman. Although he couldn't tell which was who, both of them were quite fast runners. Ah, the white-haired woman was a better trainer than he was. He'd already had Hong Xiuying disguise herself as an enemy to train her fighting skills at Anqiao Temple recently, and now training her legwork was like adding wings to a tiger.

The mischievous monkey, however, got bored running around and hid in the woods, scratching itself for a while. Then, when they came running, it would unexpectedly jump out and scare them. Murong Junlan thought this was even better; in the martial world, who could predict what unexpected events might occur? So, Murong Junlan deliberately went to the monkey and encouraged it to chase them even more fiercely. The monkey, receiving the instruction, was even more excited.

The mischievous monkey was having a great time, but the white-haired woman was unhappy. She had been chasing after it with great enthusiasm, but suddenly a monkey appeared, forcing her to stop and fight it off. The joy of the chase was interrupted. So the white-haired woman chased after the mischievous monkey and fought it for a few rounds before she could catch up with it again.

These few were having a blast, while a few others were incredibly bored, including Hong Xiuying and the two teams of martial monks. They had come to find and capture people, but all they found themselves eagerly anticipating was a running race. As they watched, several of them started yawning. Yawns are contagious, and one team of monks followed another, yawning incessantly until their eyelids drooped.

Just as they were dozing off, Jiang He's anxious voice suddenly came from the other end.

"Oh no, they've run away!"

"Ran?"

Hong Xiuying immediately led the dozing martial monk over.